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My Dad has been a bit worried about my moods lately. I have been stressed, what with some technology issues we have here at the site, trying to e-mail via an iPhone most of the time, and the intensity of the CELTA course in my e-mails I come across as rather laconic and detached. So I dropped my old man a line this morning, here it is:

Dad,

I like Thailand. And I am glad I am here. Had I chosen to do the CELTA anywhere else I think I might be going a little nuts at this point. It really is INTENSE. It’s not that it is difficult, it’s just a boatload of info being crammed down our throats every day and then tested on it regularly and a weekly assignment that’s pretty tough. So, if I sound unhappy, I am not. Just stressed. I really like the Thai people. Kind, generous of spirit and calm for the most part. The country, or at least Chiang Mai is reasonably clean and there aren’t too many hawkers or touts to bother me. So, in that sense I am in good spirits. Plus, the hotel I am staying in is wonderful and cheap. I wake up every morning and see that huge mountain that Doi Suthep is on out my window. It’s a damned pleasant thing to wake up to. Sometimes shrouded in mist and clouds, others in rain, and on many days just crystal clear blue skies. Can’t really ask for more when you are studying a lot and stressed.

Love,

Sean-Paul

Like I said, I’m trying my best just to live in the moment and get through the course. I’m 25 percent done. And I can handle whatever today brings. It’s all about living in the now.